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In dead and foggy woodBeneath the blanket of the leaves The spirit of the doomIs hugging me. So let my soulInhale smell of death,And let the worms devourMy body in the grave.I’ll find here the peaceThat living there I lost.My heart will ...
02.02.2025
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